Novel & Cerita The Hidden Agenda Book

“But if we keep it, we keep the war alive. We leave the door open for another Adrian, another Carver, or another ghost looking for vengeance.” “This book,” David says lifting the ledger up in both hands, “represents an entire world most of you never should have had to know existed. It ends here.” With that, he walks to the iron brazier, where a small fire is already burning, and lowers the book directly into the center of the flames. The thick leather resists the heat for a few seconds, the edges curling inward as dark smoke rises toward the open sky. Then the dry paper catches. Decades of blackmail, illegal shipping routes, hidden bank accounts, and corporate secrets turn into bright orange

Chapter 110 – Hidden Agendas The day began with an almost imperceptible tension that seemed to hum through the air like electricity before a storm. Every member of the household was alert, aware that Brenda’s schemes were evolving beyond external manipulation—this time, she sought to exploit hidden agendas, secret ambitions, and personal desires that could divide the family from within. Each subtle glance, every whispered conversation, and every minor decision held potential consequences.

Nichole gave me an apologetic look even though she was hurt as well. Dumpp!! In the middle of our heated argument, we heard a loud sound which made us shriek extremely. "What the heck is this?" Natasha asked dramatically but her guts shut down when she saw Blake who threw the book on the table. "Read the book and find the details. Don't bother her again." He threw a murderous look to everyone particularly towards Natasha before made his way God knows where. "Rude much." I heard her mutter under her breath before she took the book "The Hidden Secrets" from the table and flipped the first page.

The door clicked closed and Gabriel was alone again. Hours had gone by and Gabriel was finally finished destroying all the papers and files his father kept, and now he was throwing the books in large garbage bags to be burned. Gabriel tossed the books roughly into the bag, ignoring the flyaway dust particles that seemed to invade his skin, creating a thin layer over him. He felt gross. But he knew this needed to be done. He picked up an old notebook that had less dust than the other books surrounding him. Curiously, he opened it and was rather surprised to see what his father had written.

some moron got dragged out of his room in cuffs and to my surprise no one said a word, We just… watched in Silent. It hit me then. This place wasn’t just about brute strength. It was about power, Connections and also Secrets. People who knew how to move in silence owned this place. And I wasn’t gonna be anyone’s punching bag here, I wasn’t gonna survive by accident. I was gonna win this sick game. So I watched more of it and Memorized faces. Learned names I wasn’t supposed to know just in case. Shadow joined me again later that night. “You’re making a list?” he asked.

"Serena, huh?" William’s heartbeat faltered the moment he heard the name. The name was close to the woman who haunted him every time it rained. Not out of longing for sweet memories, but from a hatred that burned with relentless fury. "Yes, sir," his assistant confirmed. "Rumored to be Martin Serpentine’s hidden daughter. No public records, but her influence is rising fast." William fell silent again with eyes fixed on the file in front of him. He studied the numbers, the projections, and the strategy. It was a sharp document. Precise, calculated, no fluff, and no empty promises.

one spy exclaimed, their voice filled with awe. "Indeed," another spy replied, their voice tinged with intrigue. "These secrets could change the course of history." They pored over the book for hours, piecing together fragments of information, connecting the dots between seemingly unrelated events. The book's revelations offered glimpses into the hidden motives and machinations that governed Xavier's kingdom. "Look at this," a spy whispered, pointing to a passage. "It seems there is a covert council that wields great influence over the kingdom's affairs."

The old werewolf resumed teaching, but I didn't exactly pay attention to whatever he said. What I was more interested in was finding that underground tunnel. Now that I knew one existed, I needed to find where it was hidden in Dravenmoor. And that brings me to one thought… I'm going to get close to this old werewolf. I'm going to earn his trust. And then… I'll make him tell me everything.

Julian stepped inside. The room was lined wall to wall with walnut bookshelves, rows upon rows of leather-bound volumes, identical in size and finish, arranged with almost obsessive precision from top to bottom, left to right. He had a study at home with a similar look—but not because he cared about first editions or loved reading. It was camouflage. Behind those shelves was a hidden space, a place he used to stay out of his stepmother Serena’s line of sight. Not that it mattered anymore. She was already under investigation for money laundering and leaking company secrets. Prison was only a matter of time. She hadn’t been a threat to him for a long while.

I reassured him, "It won't come to that, Father. Today, the shadowfox intervened at the crucial moment. They say surviving great danger brings good fortune, and your luck is only beginning." After the physician saw to Father, I left with the Titan Ape. Titan Ape perched on my shoulder, his voice filled with admiration. "Selena, with your father and Yasmin both licking their wounds, you're the one who's come out on top!" He was right, everything unfolded just as I planned. I knew Yasmin came back to life, just like me. When she stole the serpent egg, I foresaw the chaos it would bring. My father, the King, would stop at nothing to get what he wanted.